My name is Hana. I was named after my great-great-grandmother on my fathers side. My great-great-grandfathers name was Sven. Sven and Hana were a Swedish couple that had the child that had my Grandma Judy, who had my dad. My dad is English (primarily French), but was born on a family vacation to Japan. My mother was born in Texas, and moved to Pennsylvania before settling in California. In college, she met my father and they had me.
I love music, movies, and books. I was going to tell you my favorite movie, but couldn't narrow it down. Here is a list of my favorites:
1) The Pink Panther (and all related movies i.e. The Pink Panther Strikes Again, A Shot in the Dark, The Revenge of the Pink Panther, etc.)
2) The Importance of Being Earnest & An Ideal Husband (both were originally plays by Oscar Wilde and star Rupert Everett)
3) Dickie Roberts Child Star & The Emperors New Groove (both star David Spade, who is hilarious on the TV show Just Shoot Me)
4) My Blue Heaven & Roxanne (Another favorite comedian: Steve Martin)
I love books too, as well as plays. I love Oscar Wilde, and I love Neal Shusterman (READ Full Tilt!!)
I swim, dive, box, cycle, run, and obsessivly work on calesthetics. I am average height and apparently average weight (but I hate my body). I love winged eye-liner and light pink lip-gloss. I wear pajama pants every where (I'm serious. EVERYWHERE) and own three pairs of jeans. I love wacky shoes and messy hair. I'm obsessed with chignons as well (a messy ponytail with the peices bobby pinned in every which way.
I'm told my eyes are green, brown, and blue. Theres a word for that: hazel. I have my grandfathers eyes and my moms hair and this scares me. Not because my grandfather has weird eyes or my mom has bad hair, but the thought that part of MY body is THEIRS is frightening.
I love to philisophisize. I don't really listen in school, but think about the sound of a tree falling if no one is around to hear it. I think that there is no sound, because there are no ears to process the sound waves produced by the falling tree. Theres still sound waves, but no sound. I love to think of the meaning of life. The Verve described it best in their song Bittersweet Symphony: Trying to make ends meet, You're a slave to money then you die. Who knows. Do we have to die? And how do you know? Seriously, think about this for a second. Do you really HAVE to die?